All language subtitles for EL PARTIDO DEL SIGLO VO 25 FPS

HEAVY BREATHING
AND FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING IN THE SNOW

DISTANT SHOUTS: Come here! Hurry up!

-Sevka! Again? Stop fooling around!
-Uncle Pet, we need to score a goal!

-If I catch you, I'll pull your ears!

EXCITED SHOUTS

-Where's my pass? I'm open!

-Come on, Sevka!
-Sev, pass!

HEARTBEAT SOUND

MELANCHOLIC MUSIC

-Good morning!

-Attention! Our microphone
is installed at an altitude of 7000 meters.

Here Vsevolod Bobrov behaves
the same as on the ground -

he's on his own, the team is on its own.
-Beskov, please tell

Bobrov that we are not sleeping on the plane,
we are training.

At my command, everyone close their eyes.
-Me too?

-No, Sashenka. You're sewing.
These supplies cannot appear

in the ancient land of England
in such a rude, uncouth manner.

Her heart may not handle it.
-Close your eyes!

-What kind of nonsense is this?

-Unconscious interaction.
-Beskov!

Stankevich!

Kartsev!

LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC

IN ENGLISH: Simon! Where's my
article about Russian football players?

-I threw it away. You wrote about
people almost like us.

-Exactly!
-No, it's wrong!

I need a story about monsters
who worship

their dictator, drink vodka at night,
and howl at the moon!

-These monsters have just won
a war!

-We all won
in this war, Abby!

-Solovyov! Lenya!

Close your eyes, everyone. Blinkov!

-I need a story about how savages
will be taught to play football.

Give me a monster! King Kong from the jungle,

who ended up in a big city!

-Solovyov!

Khomich!

LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES

-If you're going
to bring up King Kong with me,

know that it's not about a monster,
it's about a love story between a monster and a beauty.

-Semichastny!

Dementyev!

-I have a delivery
for Miss Chelsea. Can I give it to her?

-Your name?
-Kevin Blake.

-Here you go, sir.

-My article is the beginning
of a big movie. The first episode.

The next episode is about love!

-Arkhangel'sky!

JAZZ MELODY

-The best Russian player falls in love
with a young beautiful journalist.

They will hate me for it,
but I will become a star.

Everyone will say:
"She left her boyfriend,

Tommy Loughton, the star of Chelsea,
England's favorite!

And you know who for?
For some Russian guy!"

-Passengers, prepare for landing.

Vadim Svyatoslavovich, I ask you,
we need to return to our seats.

-But they have training,
and I'm the commentator.

-We have a landing. Besides,
we don't know where we'll land.

Northolt is not accepting us.
-Mikhail Iosifovich, did you hear,

some Northolt refuses
to accept us with you.

-Northolt is an airport in London.
There's fog there, and we're turning back

to Croydon. Please,
take your seat.

-Bobrov!

-He needs to be caught.

-I don't know about your CDKA,
but when the coach says something, we do it.

-They won't get away.
-The training won't be finished

until Bobrov joins us.

-And here's the third episode!
A real tragedy. The decisive match.

The Russian star is rejected,
the heart is broken,

the girl returns
to her English boyfriend.

That's what sells
like hotcakes.

It could have appeared
in your stupid newspaper.

But you screwed up everything.

I'm going to make
the best Russian fall in love with me!

-Bobrov!

Well, Bobrov has joined the game.

Let's see how right
Mikhail Yakushin was

when he chose this
young forward from CDKA

to strengthen his club -
the Soviet champion "Dynamo" -

on the tour of England.

-Abby, come back!

Abby, the airport dispatcher called.
You promised him five pounds for information

The Russians will land
in an hour. But they were redirected

to another airport.

-Everyone is going to Northolt,
and we're going to Croydon.

We'll have an exclusive!
-Let's go!

ENERGETIC JAZZ

Abby, this is very, very cool!
-What exactly?

-What you came up with.

INSPIRING MUSIC

-There they are.

ENERGETIC JAZZ

Let's go. There will soon be
a crowd of journalists here.

-Oops!
-They've arrived!

-Hey!

-Sash, will you translate?

The journalist asked a question,
writing something,

and I haven't said anything yet.
-Yes. She asked about...

-Did you see Stalin?
That's what I asked.

And your Miss Silenz
is afraid to translate.

-"Miss Silence" means "silence."
I am translating, but

I don't respond to provocations.
And I don't advise you to either.

-Comrades, imagine, their
machine accepts Soviet five-kopek coins.

A wonderful machine!
But the cola is lousy.

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-She knows Russian.
-Ah! Are you Russian?

-I am English. My father is Russian.
-Father. Interesting,

how did he end up here?
-Yeah.

-He served in the diplomatic representation
of tsarist Russia in Great Britain.

Then he married an Englishwoman.
But after the February Revolution

he decided not to return.
-Hmm. I understand. But I don't approve.

-Yeah.
-And you? Have you seen Stalin?

-You know, I even touched him.
He's not scary at all, well, Mish.

-So, you're the coach. And you?
-And this is the outstanding radio commentator

Vadim Svyatoslavovich Sinyavsky. He...
-A grand brilliant reporter.

-And a brilliant reporter
who is a friend of Stalin. Let's put it that way.

-No-no, he was joking.
-Oh well, let him write whatever he wants.

-Thank you. Can I talk to someone
from the players?

-Can I talk to someone
other than you?

What's going on here?
Where are the national flags?

Where's the transportation? Is anyone
meeting us besides you and this clown?

-By the way, good question.
-Everyone will arrive soon.

-Who is this?
-Some journalist.

-See? Movement, movement,
we're not standing still...

CHORUS: Hello!

SLOWLY: London is the capital
of Great Britain. Repeat.

-Um... Yes.
-Why do you keep saying "yes" all the time?

Can you remember one sentence?
Repeat.

-Um... Hello!

-Hi.

-Hello.

-Bye!

-Here, try it.
-Me?

-Drink, drink. It's good. Probably.

Not yours.

Just swallow already.

-Guys, give it a try.

-I think they're after us.
-About time.

-Petr Tarasovich, hello!
-Konstantin Aleksandrovich,

greetings.
-And this is our head coach,

Mikhail Yakushin.

Mikhail Iosifovich, we're going
to the embassy with Fedor Tarasovich,

and you're getting on the bus -
and going to the hotel.

Jacob Kohler will be with you...
-Good day.

-...representative of the English Football
Federation, and our Strelkova.

-Well, good.

Guys, let's go!
-Are we leaving?

-Hello, comrades.
Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Victoria Strelkova,
cultural attaché.

I've been assigned to accompany you.
-Very nice to meet you.

-Comrades, football players,
it's time to get on the bus.

-Please introduce yourselves.
MUTTERS INCOMPREHENSIBLY

-Beskov, take it.
You'll explain the tactics later.

-Guys, it's a Dynamo bus!

-A normal bus.

-It's not you.
-Maybe I'm not me, but it's me.

-No, it's not you.
-Vadim, dear, make a simpler face.

It's impossible to look at you.
Take your suitcase.

You'll ride with me in the car.
-Sure.

-Why don't you want to talk to me?
-Is this your car?
-It's mine.

Are you scared?
-He's the best football player

of the Soviet Union,
he's not scared of anything.

-Really?
-Chepets, come on, faster, it's heavy.

-Your name is Chepets?
-That's his nickname.

-And what does Chepets mean?
-He sleeps in a cap.

-That's terrible.

-Elephant, Chepets... funny.

The best player, in the first match
you will have to compete

against London's "Chelsea". Our best player,
Tommy Loughton, plays there.

Are you afraid to lose?
-No, I'm not afraid.

Hello, comrade!
-Hi, hi!

-You're "Mishka from the North".
From Leningrad.

-Oh, thank you, sir, thank you!

-Oh, guys, you're late.
You should have arrived earlier.

-Yeah...
-Bye!

SHOUTING IN ENGLISH

-Not a single photo. I'll get fired.

UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH,
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES: He regrets

that we had to wait so long.

-Couldn't everything be done properly
from the beginning?

-I'm sorry.
-Apologize now

to your lady Hamilton.

-Yes! "Lady Hamilton",
a splendid movie.

"Lady Hamilton".
A movie about great events.

-"Comrade".
-Comrade, yes.

-You take it?...

-Bye.
-Bye!

LAUGHTER IN THE BUS

-So, did you talk?
-Comrade...

-"Comrade" means "tovarishch".
"Black" means "blek".

"Coffee" means "kofe".
"Coffee" means "kofe".

-And we're starting!

DANCE MELODY

Vasilyeva! Wake up!

Whom are you dancing for?
For him. Then notice him.

You have to lure a partner
and then take away from him...

the perspective.
-Vasilyeva, they're calling you to the phone.

London!

-Stop!

Vasilyeva! You have a phone call.
-Okay.

Hello! Hello, I can't hear you.

-Oh, Lera, he looked at me like that!

-Hello!

You're interrupting my rehearsal,
do you understand?

-Tomorrow we're meeting here at 9:30.
We'll have breakfast, then practice,

and after practice - lunch.
-In... in a restaurant?

-Even better. In the cafeteria
of the Soviet Embassy.

Alright, who hasn't received their keys yet?
-Elephant, Engineer.

-Elephant!
-What? You'll lose them anyway.

-I'm telling everyone again:
libraries, museums, dancing -

only after the first game.
And only if you don't lose.

-And if we don't lose, can we go to the movies?
-Which movie?

-That... how is it called...
"Lady Hamilton".

-Exactly!
-Alright, we agree.

-Because of you, I got kicked out
of the ensemble. You were silent in Moscow,

now it's the same in London.

-Kostya Beskov?
Who is he calling now?

CHORUS: "Lady Hamilton"!
-Nothing funny.

-Alright, let's take a break.

Where's Bobrov?
-He's guarding the boxes.

-Sasha, I forgot. About the boxes. Tell
the driver to take them to the embassy.

And give him the address.
-Yes, okay.

-Hello, I can't hear you. Hello!

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-Bobrov!
-What?

-Everyone has already received their room keys.
-Hey, wait!

Wait... Where to?!

-Listen, this is your last chance
to say something to me.

Because we're leaving soon
for the tour.

Well?

-They're beating Bobrova there.
-What?!

COMMUNICATION SIGNAL LOST

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

INCREASING BACKGROUND NOISE

-Sevka, where are you?

DISTANT SOUND OF BATTLE

-Hello!

-He apologizes,
but he has a problem with balls.

You could have called earlier,
warned us, couldn't you?
SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-Sorry, sorry, sorry...
How many times can you apologize?

Oops! Sorry, little one, sorry.

GREETING EACH OTHER IN ENGLISH,
RESPONDING IN RUSSIAN

-Listen, couldn't you have called earlier, given us a heads up?

"So, in England, there are problems
with balls." We would have brought them from Moscow,

we have plenty of them.
-He said the balls have been found already.

They will be brought to the hotel soon.
-Why to the hotel?

Wait, don't hang up.
Okay, we'll wait here.

-He said we need to leave now,
and then the dogs will train there.

-Who?
-I don't understand anything myself.

That's what he said.

GREETING IN ENGLISH

Jimmy...

-Where's Bobrov again? Kostya!
He's in your room.

-He's sleeping.
-Why didn't you wake him up?

-He said he has a headache
after yesterday's fight,

and he won't be able to train today.
-Oh, he won't be able to. I'll fix him now.

-Mish, are we going or what?
-Wait, Vadik!

-Such a fuss...

-Mikhail Iosifovich,
what are we going to do?

-We're going to punish them.
-No, I mean about the balls.

Maybe someone will wait
and bring them to the stadium?

-Good idea.

-Hey, guys! Move your feet!

You'll embarrass the great Chelsea club!

-Tommy! Loughton! That's enough!

REQUEST TO POSE IN ENGLISH

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

-Good morning, Bobrov!

Mikhail said you should
take this to practice.

CITY NOISES

"The Russians brought an atomic bomb."

LAUGHTER

Misha, it's a great idea
to line the boxes with black satin.

Congratulations.
-Vadik, there was nothing else on the plane,

except black fabric. If we had
used wooden boxes,

what would people think of us?
-They already don't think anything good of us.

It turned out even worse.
-Oh my, Vadim Svyatoslavovich...

how shameful! And we donated
all the boxes to the embassy cafeteria.

-Mikhail Iosifovich, well, I unscrewed
a little... from an atomic bomb.

Want some? Here you go.

-Just leave some for us.

-Hey, Beshkov, pass it on!
"Don't expect too much

from Russian 'Dynamo.'
They're simply beginner players.

Workers, amateurs
who go to the game at night,

using their free time.
-Our engineer is offended.

He's not a worker.
-Lesh, learn English.

-There are many hospitals in London,
sick people, Jacob.

And that works in our favor.

-You can't build happiness
on the misfortune of others.

-Then don't take my money.
-Where I work,

the people I work for are just like you.
Their money is even dirtier than yours.

By the way, what's with the silly idea
of oranges?

-Maybe you don't know, Jacob,
but the whole country lives on ration cards.

Many haven't eaten meat for months.
That's why they rely on fruits and vegetables.

Let's say Miss Chelsea is on oranges,
and Mister Red is on apples.

We have a huge crop of oranges.

-And not a single apple?
-Only one.

Mark, did you put it in Russian?
-No, sir.

-Then who did?
-Matt?

-I don't know.
-What a nuisance.

Just madness.
Who could have done this?

-I can imagine which bank he'll rob.

Although it's unlikely.

-Yes, but if this madman
wins, he'll give you

a decent bonus.
-Too bad, but chances are slim.

-Believe me, you'll suffer the least.

-See you later.

-London. I remember when I was learning English at school, in the pictures

everything was different. And you, Bobrov, are completely different in real life.

-How so?
-Sharp...

A heavy gaze. It's as if something is always angering you.

You argue constantly.
-Constantly?

-Look at how much has been destroyed.
An entire block.

-What are you talking about?
Who am I arguing with?

-With me. Right now.
And with Yakushin, and he's the coach.

-Well, he's not my coach,
just for these games.

-Well, whatever. It doesn't matter.
And you didn't show up for breakfast.

I didn't have an appetite.
-And no mood for training?

That's what.

And in life, everyone should
run after you and persuade you.

-I'm thrilled to be with you
across all of London with these balls.

No one really persuaded me.
-Actually, we're together.

And besides, it wasn't a request,
but you were punished.

-Yes, your Yakushin has
a good imagination.

-And I like it.
-Like what?

-How I was waiting for you with this huge net
and how we traveled through London together.

-Yeah...

-But actually, Bobrov, I shouldn't
have come here. I have no interest

in this football of yours. But they
told me, "You're alone, and all the football players

are young and handsome. You'll find
a husband." Are you married, Bobrov?

-Sasha, when is our stop?
-Uh... like this.

Somewhere it should say
"Shepherd's Bush"...

Yes, I think that's it.
-Really?

-Yes.
-Well then, let's go.

-Wait, Bobrov, well...
What's the rush!

Don't hurry like that. If anything...

Sorry... we'll ride to the next one
and walk back.

-Abby, listen...
-You listen.

You sold our photos, you idiot.

-It's stuck!
-Unhook it.

-I sold the most useless ones.
Some black boxes.

I didn't know
they had atomic bombs in them.

-Try it! Come on...
-Can't unhook it. I can't!

-Sasha!
-Can't do it.

-Sasha... Just wait!
-Bobrov!

-Sasha!

-Oh! The best player
of the Soviet Union, hello!

-Hello.
-Accident?

-Misunderstanding.
-Where is your team?

-Training.
-And you?

-Me? Well... I decided to explore the city.
-I see. You're the best,

you train according to your own schedule.
-Well, no... There must be a stadium around here

for you?
-Stadium? There's no stadium here.

-Well, like... "Farsh"...
-"Shepherd's Bush". Let's go.

But that's not a stadium.
-Then what is it?

-A field for dog races.
We also come to your training, Best.

Let's go.

I'll call you The Best.
-Best? -Are you okay with that?

-Not okay. It's not our custom.

-Strange. Well, fine.

Then I'll call you Sandy.
-Sandy? -Your hair color is sandy.

-Oh!
-Like sand. -I see.

-Can you step aside?

-Only with me.

-What's with them?
-They want to take pictures of you,

and I'm getting in their way. They're getting angry.
-Oh! Great.

Well, continue then.

-Our best player Tommy Loughton
is worth 14,000. And you?

How much are you worth?
-More.

UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC

-Can I have an interview?
-Unlikely.

-Maybe during the day? Do you have
a good bar at the hotel?

-Bar? I don't know.
-Well then, I'll check

what kind of bar it is after all,
and if you change your mind...

Good luck.

-Did you get enough sleep?

And where did you lose the balls?
-Why make me carry the balls

if you're doing just fine without me?

-Oops! Oops!
-Good job!

-Once more.
-Dogs, where are you going?

The training is still ongoing.
-Like a circus.

-The worst example. Now
let's see who you are in this circus.

-Predator.
-Ha! Beaver.

-Are you sure you won't get hit now?
-Leave him alone.

Sev, where are the balls?

TAXI BARKS

-Woof!

-Well, this one won't fit in any goal.
-Why is she pulling it alone?

-Here are your balls...
-Thanks, Sasha!

-And here's your Bobrov.
-Tomorrow you'll be on the bench.

Balls are sorted!

-Tell me,
why did I come here in the first place?

-Homich, to the goal!
-With pleasure!

-Lenya,
wipe that stupid smile off your face.

-Well, it's nerves.
I can't control it.

-And how will you control the ball
if you can't control your nerves?

-I will try.
-Please try.

-Give me the ball!
-We're practicing penalties!

-If you don't find your place in my team,
you'll be on the bench for all the matches.

Understood?

-Tommy, go. They're waiting for you.

Go to them.

-Hey, guys!
-Hey, Fourteen!

-Can you hear?

-No.
-What about you?

Seriously? Come on, guys.
I'm sorry, sir, madam...

What a lovely baby.
Did you come to cheer too?

Excuse me, is this seat taken?

Oh, is it taken?

85,000 seats in this damn
stadium, and they're all taken.

-They say those without tickets
will storm the stadium.

-Great. Everyone wants to see
you crush the Russians.

Everyone is betting on you, Tommy.
Now tell me,

what will happen
if you lose tomorrow?

What will those same people say
who were just idolizing you?

-I don't know, sir.
-Oh! Mark?

-Loser!
-Matt?

-Bastard! Why did they
pull him from stinking Liverpool?

-Why? Why did I invest
so much money in you, Tommy?

Maybe it's for this very match!

So tell me,
will we be angry with Tommy

if his club loses tomorrow? -Of course not.

-You know, Fourteen,
why won't we be mad at you?

-Why?
-Because if the Russians

don't win, I'll lose!

Make sure they win tomorrow.
It's very simple.

Football is so unpredictable, you know.

Sometimes, Tommy, the biggest
loss can turn into a victory.

You'll make a ton of money.

And then... you'll delight
the audience again.

Matt?
-Yes, sir.

-So, do we have a deal?
437
-Deal!

Catch!

I want you to know, Tommy,
how much I hate to lose.

I get upset, and the people closest
to me can suffer as a result.

And there's no one closer to me
than you today.

So...

Now I'll throw again
and I really hope you catch it.

LIGHT MUSIC

-Where are you going?
-Misha said I'm not playing tomorrow.

-And what?
-Well, you have your rules,
and I do what I want.

-Good day, Susanna Ilyinichna.
-Good, good.

It would be nice to know
why he's so good to you.

Vasilyeva!

To the phone.

Hello!

-Isn't that too much coffee, Sandy?
-Good evening.

-Scotch, please.

Do you Russians even know
that you can't sleep after coffee?

-Just right.

-How are you going to play tomorrow?
-I'm not playing. I'm on the bench.

-Oh, so you're resting!
That's why you have time for me.

But it's alright, the main thing is
that we met and can start the interview.

-What interview?
And most importantly, why?

-Will you remain silent forever?

-I risk spending all the matches
on the bench.

-Listen, your coach is bluffing.
How can he not let you onto the field?

-Hello!

I'm listening.
-Young man!

I'm listening.
-Young man!

-Well, I'm listening.

Speak.

-Okay, finish your coffee and let's go.
-Where to?

-We need a change of scenery.
-Oh, gotcha!

Tomorrow, Mikhay will issue a commendation to us.

Caught Bobrov at the bar with a lady.

-Abby.
-It seems you were at the airfield.

-And you, it seems, are the cultural attaché.
-And my guardian angel.

-I don't even know which position is more important.

-Please, meet Abby, our compatriot.

If I'm not mistaken, your mother is Russian.
-Father.

-Oh, father.
-The young people have a date.

It seems we've interrupted them?
-No-no-no. I accidentally met

this coffee lover at the bar.
I suggest we take a ride and see something

besides the hotel and the stadium.

-It's an old song again.

Well, speak!

-It won't work with us.

SHORT BEEPS

-What have you done?
-What have I done...

We need to call the police.
-But he called from London!

-From London?
Well, he'll call back.

DIAL TONE

-What are you drinking?
-Winter coffee.

-I didn't know about that. Bobrov,
I hope you have regular coffee.

-Try it.
-Third cup.

-Bobrov, how are you going to play tomorrow?
-You won't sleep after all that coffee.

-He's not playing, he's on the bench.
-That's a lot of information

from the first encounter.
-I'm also a journalist.

-What a coincidence!
-Too bad, Bobrov,

if you don't play against Chelsea.

-Why? Are there any problems?
-The main problem is himself

and his character.
-Is that a problem?

-It is! You know... Thanks.
...the young man abuses

individual play.
It may work at CSKA, but Yakushin...

His "Dynamo" is a team.
Everyone feels each other,

everyone trusts each other. And Bobrov
prefers to do everything himself,

on the field, in life...
In short, a complicated guy.

-Perhaps you could give an interview for me,
Vadim Svyatoslavovich?

But admit it, no more difficult than others.
-Agreed.

-If a person scores, what
difference does his character make?

-It seems that winter coffee -
a dangerous drink. Shall we risk it?

-Let's risk it.
-Well, we've talked.

Shall we go?
-Yes.

-And where to?
-Where to?

-I think we'll take a ride to the ocean.
If possible, I'll get an interview from your star

-Excellent.

You know, I adore the ocean.
Strelkova, how about the ocean?

-I love the ocean very much,
unlike football.

The only thing
I like about it is

Vadim Sinyavsky's commentary.
-Me too.

-Abby, Seva, what if we all go together?
-I have a car for two.

-And we'll go in Strelkova's car.
-With pleasure.

-I promise we won't ruin your interview.
-And you are our first match.

-Please.

UPBEAT MELODY ON THE RADIO

CALM MUSIC

-No-no-no.

-Why?

-First prove that you are the best.

-Beautiful.

But it's time to go back.
-Do you know what's there?

-Probably the same as here. The shore.
-No. It's France there.

-Dunkirk?
-Yeah.

In June 1940,
half a million soldiers and officers...

Belgians, French, English -
all were trapped by German forces,

and they needed to cross over here,
to the British Isles.

They saw their salvation,
they saw their homeland.

But to reach it
cost them hundreds of thousands dead.

They were fleeing. But they saved the army.

They still haven't understood to this day,
whether it was

a victory or a defeat.

-Yes, it's known.

Well, if they were running.

-But they still had an army.
When the second front was opened,

who would be fighting?
-Did it take three years to decide?

-Do you know what they called
the rescue operation?

-No.
-"Dynamo."

And now here, when that word
is mentioned, everyone remembers the war.

But I would like them to remember us
when they hear the word "Dynamo."

Shall we go back?

SAD MUSIC

-Bobrov!

-Good evening!

-Aren't you afraid that Yakushin will find out
that you wander at night?

-If you don't tell him.
-I won't tell.

-I believe in you, Sasha.
-I've already said that I have no interest

in your football at all,
and I didn't want to come here.

But now our "Dynamo" -
it's not just football.

You can show everyone
how Russians play,

how they feel and love.

And if you win,
it will remain forever,

no matter what they say,
no matter what they write about us.

And you agreed so easily
to sit on the bench all this time?

I feel sorry for you, Bobrov.

CLANKING NOISE

-Guys, the day has come,
the day we were probably born for, right?

Today, if we're lucky,
we can all do something extraordinary.

And those tens of thousands of Englishmen
you hear right now,

what do they think of us?

Today, we are the best
that people can present to the world.

We are their sweat and blood, tears and joy,
dreams and efforts.

Their hope that the whole world
will finally know that we haven't become bitter,

we haven't nursed a grudge. We also want
to work, build, play football,

and live a full life. And you must show them
that today.

-Sevka, come on!

BACKGROUND NOISE

Sevka!

Why did you do that, huh? Are you okay, Sev?
Sevka, what's wrong with you?

Are you okay?

Quiet. Sev! Sevka!

-So, the starting lineup: Khomich...

Stankevich, Semichastny,
Radikorsky, both Solovyevs,

Blinkov, Arkhangelsky,
Kartsev, and Beskov.

Trophim, how's your knee?

-Fine.
-And Trofimov.

Bobrov on the bench.

-Everything I know,
my brother taught me.

In football, in hockey,
he was always better than me.

He would dream of being here today.
He's only 25 years old.

He deserved it more than me.

In April, a month before Victory,
in Germany, on a truck,

he stepped on a mine.

They saved him,
but he won't be able to play anymore.

Yes, I know, I was wrong...
Probably.

But today, my brother must take the field.

And play with these legs,
this heart, and this soul.

For all the front-line soldiers
maimed by the war.

-Mish, lead the team out.

Trophim on the bench, protecting his knee.
Let's go!

-Let's go!

-Let's go, guys, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

-Guys, meet my assistant.

-What's happening? Is he really Russian?

-Speak in your native language,
or they'll get suspicious.

-Personal assistant. Oh my God!
-Look at his shoes.

This is my monthly salary.
-This is provocation.

Russians can't afford this.

-Quiet, don't give us away.
I want to hear the continuation.

It lifts my mood.

-Mikhail, if only you could see yourself now...
the team.

SUPPORTING

-Attention, speaking from London!

Our microphone is set up at
the London stadium, "Stamford Bridge."

Today is November 13, 1945.
On my watch, it's 14:15.

And it seems that this match
is finally happening.

"Dynamo" (Moscow) - "Chelsea" (London),
dear friends.

13 degrees Celsius.
Quite suitable weather for this day

to go down in the history
of world football.

-Why the flowers though?
Like at a funeral?

-You shouldn't have done this.
-Thank you.

-All the morning papers predict
"Dynamo" losing

with a crushing score.
As they say, time will tell.

PROGRAM

So, the referee's whistle, the match begins.
The ball is with "Dynamo."

Leonid Solovyev passes to Stankevich,
Stankevich passes left,

to Sergey Solovyev,
who passes it further to Vasily Kartsev.

Kartsev with an excellent feint
evades the defender,

moves along the penalty area. Shot!

Woodley, the English goalkeeper,
struggles to deflect the ball from the top corner.

The ball is now in the center of the field.
Beskov is rushing towards it.

He is met harshly by
the defenders of Chelsea.

Beskov falls on the grass,
but the referee's whistle remains silent.

Yes, from the first minutes it becomes clear
that the opponents today

have no intention of sparing each other.
Pass to the center. Dynamo intercepts it.

and rushes towards the English goal.
Beskov's solo run,

elegant pass to Bobrov...
Bobrov backheels the ball to Beskov.

He evades the defender.
We need to shoot! Strike!

The crossbar!

-Excuse me...

-Counterattack by the English.
Long pass from Payne to Lawton.

But our captain Semichastny
makes a great jump to intercept the dangerous shot.

The match has started at a frantic pace.
The ball doesn't stay in the center.

Radikorsky - pass to Blinkov.
He passes it right to Kartsev.

Vasily makes a breakthrough
along the sideline,

passes the ball to Arkhangelsky;
Zhenya outplays the defender,

takes a left-footed shot!... And once again,
the crossbar saves Chelsea's goal.

I remind you, Evgeny Arkhangelsky
was a participant in the match during the blockade

of Leningrad in 1942.
From the reaction of the subdued stands, it's clear

how shocked the English are
by the start of the match.

And the Chelsea players are trying
to regain their composure and organize a counterattack.

Pass to Loughton... Khomich
takes a great shot in the bottom corner! It seems

the Englishmen have managed to recover.

Another attack from Chelsea.
Harris passes to Bain,

he outplays Radikorsky,
passes to Loughton in the center.

Shot! The ball flies to the top corner,
but Khomich deflects it with a leap

of his fist.
IN ENGLISH: Tiger!

-"Tiger," or "Tayger," -
that's what the fans shout.

But how dangerously Loughton struck!
Yes, it becomes increasingly worrisome

for Dynamo's goal.

-Something's not right.
The Russians are drinking vodka!

That's their strength.
-Seriously?

-Russian whiskey?
-Yes!

-Water!

-Press on!

COMMENTATOR: Radikorsky
passes to Solovyov on the right flank.

Solovyov finds Beskov
with a long cross,

Kostya controls the ball
with a single touch,

outplays the defender and passes
to Bobrov in the center.

Bobrov is one-on-one, shot!...
What a pity, the ball hits the goalkeeper.

Chelsea's attack. Pass to Loughton,
but he is met by Stankevich.

A harsh collision!

OUTRAGED REMARK IN ENGLISH

But the English referee, Clark, believes
that everything is within the rules.

-Tommy, do something!
$14,000 was paid for you!

-Chelsea fans have started
to boo their own players.

Interesting! Williams advances
on the right wing,

cross into the penalty area, header!...
Khomich saves the ball.

But Loughton wrests the ball from his hands,
and Golden finishes it into the goal.

Do you hear this premature celebration
from the English crowd?

But there was an attack on the goalkeeper.

-What's happening? He didn't see it?
-He shouldn't count it.

-Referee! What was that?

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

What did he say?
-That everything is within the rules,

they can attack the goalkeeper.
-What kind of rules are those?!

-How can it be within the rules?!

-1:0 in favor of Chelsea.
Dynamo starts from the center of the field.

-Fine...

-The ball is with Bobrov. He passes it ahead
and rushes towards Chelsea's goal

Defenders of the Englishmen are trying
to catch up with him...

Well! Pass to the left!

-Bobrov!

-Shot! The goalkeeper leaps
to save the ball.

-Satisfied?!

-Yes, Bobrov...
You could have passed the ball.

Chelsea's attack. The ball is with Loughton.
He outplays Stankevich,

one-on-one with the goalkeeper...

Khomich interrupts his progress
with a splendid dive.

The ball rebounds to Stankevich,
he tries to clear it,

but it hits Williams
and rolls into the goal

of Dynamo. 2:0. The Englishmen are ahead.
Yes, now they have to score two goals.

-May God bless you, lad!

-Let's be honest, it's a difficult task.
The Englishmen are among the best players

in the world, and they usually
don't miss such an advantage.

Dynamo is forced
to start again from the center of the field.

With the ball is Beskov. He skillfully
outplays an English player

and with a cross-field pass, he sends
it forward to Bobrov on a breakthrough.

And he gets a tackle on his legs.
It's a clear penalty, dear comrades.

The referee awards
a penalty kick.

Well, Dynamo now has
a splendid chance

to reduce the gap in the score.

-Go ahead, take the shot!

Slon, why are you grinning again?
Just don't look him in the eye.

TENSE MUSIC

CELEBRATION

-Missed.

-Van, maybe next time?
-Why are you bothering me?

-In the drawing, it's visible:
with an initial ball speed of 43 m/s

the maximum height of the ball's trajectory
in the air does not exceed 2.44 m.

What is this?
-I'm writing an article.

"The Ball in Flight."
-And the match is going downhill.

-Vasya! Van, what's wrong with you?
-It calms me down.

Can I have a notebook?
-If it calms you down, sure.

What happened, guys?
We started well, we should've pressed on.

Zhenya, Solovey,
why did you stop?

They play old-fashioned, each one
in their position - that's our chance!

We need to switch positions,
get rid of the ball.

At most, one or two touches!
You can feel each other

with your eyes closed.
-Not all of us.

-Yes, it's my fault again...
-And you, by the way, take the game upon yourself

when you need to pass the ball.
-And he doesn't understand.

-What? How to play
with your eyes closed?

-Did you memorize it? Where do you open up?
Why don't you pass the ball?

-Maybe you'll teach someone else, huh?
-Listen! The ball runs faster

than any of us.
-Oh, really!

-Yes! And you drag it along
and don't see anything around!

-Okay. Fine. Well, go on,
keep telling me. Well?

-And, by the way, before the war
I saw your brother on the field.

-Really?
-He played a completely different football.

-Zhen, give me some water.

Here you go.

-Dear friends,
the teams are back on the field.

Everything is ready for the start of the second half.
Dynamo has only 45 minutes

to save this match.

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-What did he say?
-That you're not standing in the right place,

all the goals will be there.
-Some footballer he is.

-Will we lose, Mikhail Iosifovich?
-You're still here!.. Croaking.

-Yes, I'm not quacking, just...
-Just frying eggs,

and this is football.
Stand and watch.

-The referee's whistle. "Chelsea" starts.
But the Dynamo players immediately intercept

the ball. Beskov - pass to Kartsyov.
Again Beskov, Woodley parries.

Dangerous moment! And Semichestny
in the most advantageous position

shoots over the goal.
What a chance Dynamo misses!

Counter-attack from "Chelsea".
Bain outplays Solovyov

and Radikorsky,
passes it to Solovyov in one touch.

Khomych takes the ball.

-Seva, Vasya, Kostya! Change positions!
Damn you all... to hell with you.

-Radikorsky wins
the aerial battle against Harris,

passes to Bobrov,
he passes it to Solovyov in one touch.

Solovyov - to the left,
through to Beskov. Dangerous pass!

Cross into the penalty area
to Vasily Kartsyov...

A volley shot...

Right into the top corner!
Goal, dear friends! Goal!

Our guys score their first goal.
What a match, what tension!

Can the Dynamo players equalize?
And how will the "Chelsea" players respond?

Yes, to be or not to be -
that is the question.

-Hey, kid! Kid!
This is just the beginning!

The ball is in the air! Adjust your cap.

-Bain... Beautiful! Slide tackle!

Very hard.

-What are you doing?
-Who should I cover?

They keep changing positions all the time!
We don't know whom to mark.

-I warned you!
-Get lost!

WHISTLE BLOWS

-Another attack from Dynamo.
Our players switch positions again,

confusing the English defenders.
The ball is with Beskov,

he elegantly passes the ball into the penalty area
to Arkhangelsky.

Now shoot!

Goal, dear friends!
Dynamo equalizes!

2-2!

-They've leveled it, well done!

-Our players
have done the nearly impossible.

But let's not forget,
there are still almost 20 minutes left to play.

The English are not accustomed
and do not know how to lose.

It's clear that they are annoyed
and will do everything to snatch the victory,

no matter what it takes.
The ball is with the English. Pass to Loughton on the left.

But he is met - very hard! -
by Radikorsky.

-Something happened, Tommy?
-I'm fine.

-Not fine...
-Get lost!

You disappeared in the second half.
You're not there! Decided to throw the game?

How much did they promise you?
-There are things more important than money.

-Like what?
-My life. It's a cool thing!

-Fine. But there are things more important
than your worthless life.

-Like what?
-Glory.

Your victories are a ticket to immortality.
The price of your defeat is one thing -

you turn into shit.
And you had a chance to become a legend.

Come on, guys! Let's go!

-Chelsea's attack down the left flank.
Taylor (number 6) with a feint

dribbles past Blinkov,
crosses into the penalty area... Dangerous moment!

Shot! And Loughton with a header
finally beats Khomich.

3:2, dear friends,
just 13 minutes before the final whistle.

Yes, if Dynamo manages
to equalize today,

it will be like a miracle.
But you know what?

Maybe it's just me, but a huge
part of the fans in the stadium

who are impressed by our boys' play
are now rooting for "Dynamo."

And the "Chelsea" players continue
to attack fiercely. Shot!

Khomich brilliantly eliminates
the danger near his goal.

He quickly puts the ball back into play.
It's received by Blinkov

and passed to Leonid Solovyov
on the right flank.

This is one of the last attacks by "Dynamo,"
friends. Solovyov passes the ball to Kartsyev,

who sends it back
to Radikorsky.

At the edge of the penalty area, the ball finds
Blinkov's head... We need to shoot!

Shot!

The ball hits the net of "Chelsea's" goal,
friends! 3:3!

Our team equalizes the score!
Bobrov hammers the ball

into the net of the English.

-Your series started amazingly.
And here is the first episode -

"The Silent Men."

WHISTLE

-English referee John Clark
blows the final whistle.

The match is over!

OVATION

Friends, this draw looks
like an absolute victory.

Today, "Chelsea" disappointed
all the fans.

-Congratulations!
-They surround the "Dynamo" players

in the center of the field
and don't let them go to the dressing room.

And we conclude our report.
I want to thank all of you

who listened to the broadcast from London,
everyone who cheered for our boys.

And I would also like to say
a special thank you to a person

who made it possible for me to be
here today, at the stadium

"Stamford Bridge." Three years ago,
in March 1942, I started my report,

but not from a football field -
from another battlefield, Malakhov Kurgan.

I managed to say,
"This is Sevastopol speaking,"

and right next to me,
a mine exploded.

Victoria Strelkova, friends, a frontline
scout, pulled me off the battlefield.

Since then, I've been searching for her
for several years.

And now I found her here, in London.
And I dedicate this report to her

with the hope that someday there will be
no fields left on earth

where killing, exploding, or shooting
can take place.

-Congratulations!
-Thank you.

-Well done!
-Thank you!

-Wait! You did
something incredible for me!

And since I promised, I don't want
to owe you anything.

This is Howard, my photographer.
Let's make a deal, from now on,

he will only photograph you,
and all interviews will be with me.

-Agreed.
-But I'll score again.
-Now I have no doubts.

But I'll score more.
-We'll see.

-You don't love him!
-You scared me.

What? Whom don't I love?
-Bobrov.

-You don't love him!
-You scared me.

What? Whom don't I love?
-Bobrov.

-How do you know?
-It's obvious.

-You see one thing, but...
-You're using him.

Don't you understand that he
could have problems because of you?

-Are you jealous?
-What does that have to do with it?

He's not here on his own,
he represents our country.

And when he returns, he'll be asked
about all your evening walks

and photos. And you only think about yourself.
-My dear, you're jealous of him.

Poor girl. But
he's not right for you at all.

He needs someone else, vibrant.
-He needs to play.

And you're trying to manipulate them.
Remember, these games of yours are very dangerous,

it can all backfire on you.
-Well, I hope so!

I'm already dreaming of seeing you happy.
And you'll be happy

if my affair with your boyfriend
ends?

-He's not my boyfriend,
I just worry about him.

And if you really love him,
you'll leave him alone.

-I'm afraid I'm not capable
of such sacrifices!

Done?
-Everything as you wanted.

-Great. Let's start the second episode.

STREET CONVERSATIONS

-Let's go. Quickly.
-Fourteen, is that you?

-I'm Tommy.
-As you say. Where are we going?

-Far away. And faster. Come on, come on.
-Are you running away from fame?

-Yes.

CAR HORN

CONVERSATIONS IN ENGLISH

-Maybe you'll come up with something yourself?

-Mikhail Iosifovich, answer,
they're asking you, not me.

-Fine. What did he ask?
-"How do you like our country?"

-Oh, everything is good with you.
Just one thing is missing...

-Misha needs to be saved.

-I promised my daughter to bring her a doll,
but you don't have them in the stores.

BEGINNING OF THE COMPOSITION "RANDOM WALTZ"
BY MARK FRADKIN

Oh, Beskov, Bobrov!
I need to talk to you, guys.

-Are you planning to change anything
in the next game?

-Excuse me.

-It looks like we're done.
-Well, that's good.

-Guys, it's time to step up.

-Hello! May I
invite you to a waltz?

-Excuse me.

-Madam, may I?

"RANDOM WALTZ" CONTINUES

-It's a different taste.
-What is this?

-Green tea.
-And this?

-Also tea.
-With some bergamot.

-Hi! Do you speak English?
-Yes.

-Great. This is for you. A gift. Dude,
what an amazing game against "Chelsea"!

-For you!

-I'm calm like never before, Jacob.
You know what I'm drinking?

-Craft beer?
-No, apple cider.

And all my old men from the hospital
are drinking apple cider.

Everyone is running around
with these little apples now!

They forgot about oranges. I thought
we could earn even more by asking "Dynamo"

to lie down for "Cardiff".

It's just a matter of reaching an agreement
with the Russians. But if my guys can't do it,

you'll help.

-Solovey, do you know who this Homa is?
-Sure.

-Leave him alone. He's an athlete,
he has a game the day after tomorrow.

-Wow! Are you going to Cardiff?
-Let the guy rest.

Don't get attached.

-I'm afraid I can't help you.
I'm not sure if you can even negotiate with them.

-But still, give it a try.
-I tried, the Federation asked me to. They were interested in the goalkeeper,

Tigr, and the forward... yes, Bobrov.

So this Tigr just laughed in my face.

-Listen, kid, there's a good chance
to make some money.

-Well, yes.
-Everyone will profit from your visit:

our Federation, the clubs.
Even your Stalin!

-I bet he's making money too.
-Guy, listen, the best part is you don't have to do anything.

Jump three times, catch twice - that's it.

They'll pay you. You'll buy a car.
Imagine, on Red Square,

there's a parade. Everyone's on foot,
and you're in your Mercedes.

They'll pay you. You'll buy a car.
Imagine, on Red Square,

there's a parade. Everyone's on foot,
and you're in your Mercedes.

-What about Bobrov?
-We haven't talked to him yet.

Let's try through his girlfriend,
the journalist from "Daily Mail".

-Isn't she with Tommy?
-She's a cold, cynical woman.

I'm sure she's with Bobrov
just for her career,

like with Tommy Loughton,
who's retired now.

-She's a good girl,
we can negotiate with her.

I'm sure we can make it work with the Russians.

-I'm a football player. By the way, meet him.
The best football player of the Soviet Union!

Learn, Bober.

I'm Vasya. Vasiliy.

Thank you, nice to meet you.

-So, what do you say?
-Oh! London is the capital of...

Great Britain.

Bye.

-What?
-I didn't understand a word. Anyone wants it?
-No, thank you.

-What are you doing?
-What?

-Decided to buy shoes?
-No, I'm just here.

-Russians won't lie down for "Cardiff"
no matter how much you pay them.

-I have Plan B just in case.
-Oh, really?

-I used to be into horse racing before football.
You also had to negotiate there. And if not,

the horses suddenly started getting sick
and running poorly.

-What's this?
-Uncle said to give this to you.

-We asked your daughter what she prays for.
-A good girl, she prays

for there always to be food in your family.

-Oh, wow!
-Yeah.

No tail this time?
-All clean.

SENTIMENTAL MUSIC

Can you drive?
-I've been waiting for this.

Shall we switch?
-We switch.

-Get in.

-Ready to go?
-Yeah.

LOVE SONG IN ENGLISH

SCREECH OF BRAKES

Guys, you didn't want to.
-Idiots!

-You asked for it.

LYRICAL MUSIC

-Will you come with me?
-Where?

-To Moscow?

But what will I do in Moscow?
-Well... I don't know. You can get a job at a newspaper.

What difference does it make where I write?

-Sandy, they won't let me write there.
-Let's see.

-They won't let me tell the truth.
-Are you sure?

I think you're confusing something.
Russian football players drink vodka,

howl to the sound of the balalaika.
Did they write that about you?
-Yes...

-Is that the truth
that you're so determined to defend?

-Listen, that's not the point...
-Then what is it?

-Forget about this car.

-Then what is it?
-It's just...

a different world. Some kind of parallel universe!

-Really?

-To be honest, I'm just afraid.
-Afraid of what?

-No, I really love Russia. My dad
is Russian, and he told me a lot

about Moscow, and my brother - about Murmansk.
He was there in 1942.

-In 1942?
-Yes, he was a sailor.

Served on the cruiser "Edinburgh",
participated in the Arctic

convoy missions, escorted military ships.

And then... the Nazis sank
the "Edinburgh," and the Russians saved him.

They sent him to a hospital in Murmansk.
Now... Look, see.

-What's this?
-It's a football ticket.

It was given to him by the guy who saved him.
Look at the date!

-June 22, 1941.
-Yes. There was supposed to be a match in Kyiv

on that day.
-Dynamo Kyiv - CSKA.

-It got canceled, but imagine,
many years later

how valuable it will be
if sold at an auction!

My brother said to give it to you
as a token of admiration for your game.

-It's still valid.
-What?

Sandy, 1941 is long gone.
-Yes, but on that day they announced

that the ticket would be valid
when the war is over.

-I don't understand.
-It's true, hold on to it.

CSKA is my club.
I'll be playing, and you'll come.

And you'll come to the match with this ticket.

-The most powerful army in the world
declared war on you,

and you were so confident of victory
that you were ready to finish the match

after the war?
-Why not?

We played during the war too.
When Stalingrad was liberated,

Local "Dynamo" and "Spartak".
It was a great match.

-How so?

-You move the anti-aircraft guns,
clear the field, set up the goals.

The main thing is to bring the balls.

-That's good. Bringing the balls
to the anti-aircraft guns is important.

-And to avoid any misunderstandings.

-Did you buy shoes?
-For whom?

-Well, I don't know,
the person you keep calling.

-What shoes?
I'm even afraid to talk to her.

-Is it true?
-Not everyone is like you,

kissing right away.
-Well... tell me how it should be.

-Leave me alone.
-Really.

-Leave me alone.
-Tell me, fine.

-We met...
or rather, I saw her at a concert.

-Well?
-The Central House of Railwaymen.

She dances in an ensemble.
-So?

-Yeah. And on the same day, at a cafe.
And the third time - on the bus.

Three times in one day!
We nodded to each other, laughed.

She has such a smile! Is it fate?
-It's fate, yes.

-Then she hung up, went
on tour, and where - unknown.

-So why were you silent?
-I'm scared.

BURSTING WITH LAUGHTER

-Come on, quiet down.

-I'm scared. I'm afraid that she won't like
my thoughts, my silly voice,

that... she'll be disappointed. And now
I feel like I lost her.

-Yeah... Silly thoughts.

MUFFLED LAUGHTER

-Why are we just standing here? Let's go!
Choreography, wake up!

Vasilyeva, Petrova, green bus!
Let's go, let's go.

Mikhail Petrovich, green...
-Ver, why are you acting strange?

-Do you think English girls are beautiful?
-How would I know,

I've never seen them.
-You should have told him,

where we're going.
-For whom?

-Do you remember Beskov?
The football player from "Dynamo".

-I don't remember. Why?
-Nothing.

-Are you in love?
-Oh, please.

He just calls and stays silent.

-Egoz!

-Look how they greet us! Seen it?
-Comrade football players.

-Jimmy, everything okay?
-Good.

-Our athletes are being welcomed
by the mining town of Cardiff.

-Don't be sad!
-Elephant!

Nightingale!

-Let's go, guys, faster.

-Don't linger,
move along.

-They'll tear the whole bus apart!
-Hello!

-Hi!

TENSE MUSIC

-I'm Vasily!
-Hi!

-Hi!
-Hello!

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

OVATION

INCREASING ROAR OF FANS

-Find him and turn him into a hooligan.

TENSION IS BUILDING

FIERY JAZZ

-Stand still! Now you're "Dynamo".
-I also want to be "Dynamo".

COUNTING HITS

-Dear, we're late!

-Darling, I was given
the best hairnet as a gift.

-One, two...

-Please!
-No one else will have this hairstyle!

-...eight, nine, ten...

-...twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven!
-Oh!

-I'm ready, Minister.

-...twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven!
-Oh!

-Pass the ball, please.

Oh no!
-No!

-Five minutes, darling.

-Well, well. Right into the net.
-I appreciate it, sir.

-Hello! Greetings!
Please, come in.

-Good evening!
-Greetings!

Please. Good evening!
-Fyodor Tarasovich!

-Hello! I need you.
Excuse me, just a minute.

-Sure.
-Let's go.

-Where to?
-Let's go, you'll see everything soon.

-Era Kalmanovna, no words!
-Fedya, are you an ambassador or what? Where's the minister?

-I don't know.
-It's time to start.

-We can't do it without the minister. Darling,
excuse me, I'll borrow this young man

for a few minutes. Let's go.
-Where are you dragging me all the time?

-You'll see everything soon.
Come on, come on. Excuse us.

Excuse me, comrades.
Sorry, please.

Sorry. Comrades, excuse me.

Here, take a look. You said
there are no children's toys in the stores.

Now they send them from all over England
to our address for you and your daughter.

-Amazing.
Do I have to take all of them?

-Just one. Choose.
-This one.

-This one?
-Yes.

-Good. Take it. And next time,
think about what you say, Misha.

-Thank you.
-Where did you take her?

Give her to me. I'll give it back later.
Come on, the minister will be here soon.

LIGHT JAZZ, CONVERSATIONS

-Where's your friend? Hasn't she arrived yet?
-Who do you mean?

-Stop it, Bobrov. I hope
you won't do anything foolish?

-I'm sure.
-You can be confident in yourself,

but not in other people.
You fall in love, you start to trust.

But even the closest person
can become a traitor

and hurt you.
Hasn't she asked you to stay?

-Me? Why?
-To play in England, for example.

You will love her,
and she will sell you.

-What nonsense?
-Of course, nonsense.

Forget it. Cheers.

By the way, have you heard
that they soak their boots in soda?

-Who?
-The English defenders.

-Why?
-The boots harden,

making it easier to injure.
So be careful, Bobrov.

That's what I'm talking about.

-What's she talking about?
-I don't know.

-What's she talking about?

APPLAUSE

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-Ladies and gentlemen, these days
we have mainly observed Russian players

on the football field.

SPEAKING IN ENGLISH

-But we would also like to hear them.

And hear what they think
about this trip, our teams,

and, of course, our country.

-Yeah, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen. We...

-The Hamiltons!

-Let's take a photo.
-Guys, gather closer.

Closer, please.

-Vadim Svyatoslavovich,
who is this Strelkova of yours?

-First of all, she's not mine, unfortunately.
Secondly, I've already said.

-Cultural attaché, yes, I remember.
But then why is she poking her nose

where it doesn't belong?
-Bobrov, such a beautiful little nose -

let her poke. Are you bothered?
By the way, here you go, as you requested.

-Phone?
-Yeah.

-You found it?
-She found it.

-Stand closer together.
Alright, let's go.

SOOTHING MUSIC

Dark night,

Only bullets whistle across the steppe,

Only the wind hums through the wires,

Dimly the stars flicker.

In the dark night

you, beloved, I know, can't sleep,

And secretly at the crib

you wipe away a tear.

How I love

the depth of your tender eyes...

-Sandy.
-What?

-Maybe we should run away from here?

-How I want to press my lips

against theirs right now...

-Nobody?
-No, nobody.

-Red.
-Yeah, I remember.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-And a troubling black steppe

lay between us.

-Sandy, what are you doing?
-I don't want to owe anything.

Let's run.

-Here, it's yours. Take it,
otherwise you'll catch a cold,

and you won't be able to play tomorrow.
-Vanka, let me be sad alone.

Go read Einstein.
-But why be sad?

Everything is fine.
-It seems like everything is fine,

but I can't tell a person
how I feel. Fool.

-Fool. You know, Einstein said
that God doesn't play dice.

-What does that mean?
-It means

that everything is predetermined,
and a person lacks the strength

to resist fate.
-Yes. And you know,

what would I say to him?
-To whom?

-Einstein.
-What?

-Don't tell God
what to play.

Go, Vanya.

-He's calling her and staying silent.
-Modest, unlike you.

-That's true.

Yes... The night burns like this.
-Yes. Look over there.

I stole you, and tomorrow is the game.

We need to go back to the hotel
to get some rest.

-I've figured you out, Lady Hamilton.
Do you want to leave the English way?

And if I have a nightmare?
Because I'm leaving,

we're parting forever.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

-There's a phone call for you.

-Hello.

-What shoe size do you wear?

-Size 36.

-Sorry.

-Sandy, you asked me
to go away with you...

How long will you keep playing?
Well, if it's for 10 years, that's good.

As far as I know,
they don't pay you there at all.

So what? What will we do?
Come on, tell me.

What if I dream of a nightmare?
Because I'm leaving,

-Why are you talking about this now?
-When else?

You can stay in England.
Seriously.

People from the Federation have approached me,
they want to see you here,

with us. It's very good money, Sandy.
And we'll write

a book about football together.
And if you stay here permanently

and criticize your country a bit,
it will become a bestseller.

-What a fool I am...
-Why do you say that?

Well, okay, you don't have to criticize.
Just fewer people will buy it.

A book about football,
where it's only about football.

-Yes, it's a pity...
-What's a pity?

Don't you understand?
I love you, Sandy.

-If you really loved me,

you wouldn't sell me out.
-Do you think I'll persuade you now?

Get out of here.
Go back to your Russia

and play for your stupid club.
I also hope you don't get injured

in advance so you can retire
and coach children.

And then you'll drink vodka
and tell the boys

at the section how you messed up
your happiness in England.

-Really? You can sell it.

-What a strange language,
I didn't understand a word.

-What are you doing here?
-Good question.

If you remember, this is my apartment.

-Yes, but you said
you'd disappear for a while.

-That time has passed, and here I am.
-No one saw you?

Madman.

Aren't you afraid?
-I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that you've actually
fallen in love with this Russian.

-Maybe you're right.
-Abby, I know you.

I know why you're doing this.
He means nothing to you.

You just got too caught up
in your work and got confused.

You see, I'm confused too,
and now I'm on the run.

Abby, help me,
and I'll help you.

KNOCK ON DOOR
-He's back!

-Was hoping to avoid a scandal.

-Imagine, passersby called
and said you're both here.

Well, hello, Fourteen.

-Dear friends,
despite the heavy fog

that has descended on London,
it seems this match will still take place.

The recent defeat of "Cardiff City"
with a devastating score of 10-1

has thrown the English football world
into a real panic.

So today, the English are fighting
for their honor, dear friends.

I will remind you, they haven't won
a single match in this series yet.

Today, the Moscow "Dynamo" is playing
against the English team.

"Arsenal"...

-They're canceling the match!

-The six best players in England
from six different clubs are playing

for "Arsenal" in this match.
Just mentioning two names is enough,

dear friends.
That's Stanley Matthews, number 7,

and Stan Mortensen, number 10.
Dynamo protested,

but it was rejected.

-The referee team believes
the game can proceed.

TRANSLATION

-Well, you asked for it.
-Good luck.

-Today, we will witness a match
between Moscow's "Dynamo"

and the English national team.

-Please.

So, what do we have here? For "Arsenal,"
Mortensen is playing today.

If he scores three goals,
he'll receive a big bonus.

That's the first element
of our success, my friends.

Second, if Bobrov doesn't score.
Plus, minus.

Simple math. Your note
to Bobrov should have been delivered by now.

I hope it will make him
not try too hard.

So...

Let's wait for the result.
All of us. Together.

Sit down and enjoy.

INTERFERENCE

-Vika, do you see the goal?
-I do.

-So, dear friends,
Bobrov starts the ball game

from the center of the field.
Beskov back to Kartsev.

He passes the ball to Semichastny.
Pass to Sergey Solovyov.

Solovyov moves to the center,
then diagonally to Bobrov.

Shot! Goal! 1-0, Dynamo in the lead.
A brilliant start to the match

for our team, dear friends.
Bobrov scores on the very first minute.

-What's happening?
-1-0.

-Bobrov? Did he say "Bobrov"?
-Yes.

-What a goal by Bobrov!
-I see, they are playing well.

-Mikhail Osipovich,
it seems like we scored a goal.

-Yes, we did...
I'm going to those gates, Lesha.

-Arsenal players are starting...

-Amazing. I'm listening to the broadcast
from Russia while the match is in London.

Our station doesn't have
enough resources?

-No, our budget only covers
the last 15 minutes.

-That means the note hasn't arrived yet.

These Russians are strange.

They were almost crushed in '41.
They recovered quickly.

They live and rejoice in this
funny outfit, in old boots,

with these ridiculous hats and coats!
They outplay the best clubs in the world.

Why? Abby, we need to do something.
And with your Bobrov too.

-So, 1-0, Dynamo in the lead.
I see that Arsenal is preparing

a substitution already in the first half.
Strange...

-Seva, Seva...

Seva, can you see me?
Seva, can you see me?

Seva. Will he be able to play?
-I don't know if he'll be able to walk.

-Hold on a little longer.

-Zhenya! Zhenya Arkhangelsky!

Replace Seva...
-No! No!

Stick to it!

-Arsenal attack. Matthews
cleverly beats Blinkov.

Pass to the left side to Kummer,
crossing to the center to Ruka.

He passes it further to Mortensen.
Curving shot!

Goal...

And I believe you can hear
the enthusiastic roar of the London stadium.

The 13th minute of the match, score is 1-1,
Mortensen scored the goal.

-It's a draw.
-Mortensen.

Bobrov and Mortensen. 1-1!

You know, Tommy, if the Russians
lose, I'll let you live.

Are you happy?
-Don't touch me, Abby.

Why do you need this?

-I just want to get rich.
For real.

And leave this country where
being born an aristocrat is all that matters,

where the upper class will always
despise people like me and you.

The Russians are crushing everyone,
but if they lose today,

I'll become rich and leave,
and you'll have to live on.

-Bobrov can play.

-The ball goes out of bounds.

Throw-in.

- Will you be able to play?
- Yes.

- Let me remind you, Dynamo
continue to play as group of ten.

But now I see that Bobrov
heading for the center flag

and waits for the referee's permission to enter the game.
Edge walk.

With ball number 7.

- Hello! How are you?
- Apparently, just like you.

- Take it.
- What is this?

Good timing!

- Vic, go to the gate,
I can not see anything.

- What's there?
- I don't know, I still don't understand.

-Vika!
-What?

- Well, go to the gate,
I don't see anything!

- I'm coming.

- I have good news for you.
dear listeners.

Vsevolod Bobrov returned to the field.

- Is he back?
- Yes. Bad sign.

- What?
- Empty bottle on the table-

it is a bad omen for Russian

-... the ball and strongly hits it forward.
Matthews tosses the ball

and rushes to our gates.
Penalty kick...

Stankevich does not reach the ball,
and Mortensen in the fall

punches Khomich with head.
2:1, dear friends.

Gotta give credit to
our rivals.

They carried out a very beautiful attack
and now lead in the score.

38th minute of the match. Arsenal players,
seems to have finally been captured

initiative. They are combining
brilliantly in the center of the field

and they are bringing Mortensen out again
to a striking position.

Hit!

Goal. Again, the same Mortensen.
Yes... Our rivals became stronger

great players.
Link works great today

Matthews - Mortensen.

- You see, Russian signs
does not work. Simple math.

Plus works great today.
I hope the minus will not let us down.

- Hey! Roll up your sleeves! Look,
how to play real football.

- Well, don't put a jinx on it, let's play.
- What did he say?

- Hell knows.

-41st minute of the match.
Do we have a chance to recoup?

Let's hope so.
Blinkov gives the ball to Bobrov,

he misses the ball
on Sergei Solovyov. Pass...

Canopy on Beskov, completely forgotten
by the English in their penalty area,

dangerous moment! Well!

Hit - goal! Goal, dear friends!
"Dynamo" closes the gap.

3:2 - ahead of "Arsenal".

Judge's whistle.
What will happen in the second half?

The teams are playing today
not sparing each other.

English goalkeeper injured
two injured at Dynamo.

Although Bobrov remains on the field for now,
very worried about him.

So, pause.

-What?
-Break.

Bobrov has an injury,
but he keeps playing.

- Did I make a mistake again?
I'm getting old, or what?

It seems that Bobrov thought
that I'm kidding.

Let's go to the stadium
by the beginning of the second half we'll have time.

SPEAKS ENGLISH

-What did he say?
-They offer to end the game

because of the fog.
-What?

- Count a defeat?
- Should I ask?

- Don't, and that's obvious.
At first they agreed

and when the score became 3:2,
did you see the fog?

-Exactly.
-Well, yes.

- Guys, decide.
- They're afraid of us

they want to end the game
in their favor.

-We'll keep playing.
-OK.

- Oh, apparently, I understood everything.
The ball is in flight, but the match is lost.

-Where are you.
-Do you want some coffee?

-With pleasure.

"If "Dynamo" wins,
Abby will die."

- Hold it.
- Just a sec.

Have you seen a disabled person in a wheelchair?
-Yes.

-Thank you.

ALARMING MUSIC

What are you doing, witch?

Police!

Who are you, creature?
- Do you want me to call the police?

Now you will tell me where you got the note,
who are these people and what do they want.

Speak.
-Who are you?

- Speak up or I'll shoot your balls.
Should I start?

- Wait, stop. This is Pepper.
He has an underground betting shop.

There, in the car, is Tommy Lawton.
-Wonderful.

-Tell me who you are scum!
I will find you and kill you!

-What are you smiling about? The fog is driving me crazy.
I gave the ball to the opponent twice

and ran joyfully to open.
I only saw only one goal out of five.

I am running to our gates
you score there, I run back.

By the way, I ran more
than all of you.

-Go and talk to him.

And talk well.

No need to run to the police
do not take a sin on yourself.

Matt knows what to do with Tommy
if... However, no ifs.

- Calm down, I'll do it.
- Okay

- Abby!

- Key.

Give it to him.

There is a police station around the corner
run there.

Keys.

Now strap yourself in. Quickly.

3:0 in my favor.

Sandy, I'm sorry...

You are the best, the best.

-48th minute of the match.
Corner at the gates of the British.

Play... Bobrov ahead of defenders
and delivers a powerful headbutt.

Ah, the Arsenal goalkeeper.
in an excellent throw parries the ball,

but Sergei Solovyov finishes off the ball
at the gate. 3:3, dear friends,

ours equalize the score.

-What did you tell him?

-That I love him.
-And he?

-Nothing.
-Did you have a fight?

-Yes.
- Tried to sell him?

Understood. Don't go anywhere
no one will touch you here.

Tommy is in the police, alive and well
Well, then decide for yourself.

-Who are you anyway?

- I'm an attache. Of culture.

-Sandy!

-63rd minute of the match.
Beskov receives the ball in the center,

beats one defender,
behind him is the second

walks along the Arsenal penalty area
and suddenly leaves the ball

for Bobrov's blow, carrying
behind two players with him. Hit!

Goal! 4:3. Losing 1:3
Dynamo still turned the tide

of this extraordinary match.
I'm proud of you guys.

-Do you remember?
-So what?

-Nothing.

- Bobrov, well, you,
as always, the last.

You have here ... May I?

SOFT MUSIC

- Looks like he's waiting for her
- Of course, her.

Stubborn like Bobrov.
Take him away from sin.

-What if it's love?
-If love, they'll find each other.

-Strelkova, why did you go there alone?
-What if somebody else knew about it

besides me?
On his career one could

put up a cross. But what about
all his girls in the Union?

One couldn't take from the away
such a redhead miracle.

-Strelkova...

Did I ever tell you
that I love you?

-Said. What's the point?

-So what?
-What?

-Tea or Winnie the Pooh?
-What are you talking about?

-Bobrov, I've already been telling you for five minutes.
that my friends

asked to bring from England
souvenirs. I want to go buy. So?

- Well, Scotch whisky.
- Got it. I'll be back soon.

-Bought?
-Yeah.

LYRICAL MUSIC

- So, well, everybody here?
- Yes.

-Let's go.
-Let's go.

- Bobrov, let's get on the bus.

-Thank you! Thank you!

-Thank you.
-Сэнк ю.

-Thank you.
-Thanks a lot.

- Oh, Zhenya, how are you?
-Thank you!

-Happily!

- Bobrov, why are you standing there?
- Where's the tea?

- I forgot. I'll buy in Moscow
I will say that it's from England.

Come on, I'm behind you.

THE CROWD SHOUTS:
"Dynamo!"

-Сэнк ю.

-Attention, our microphone is installed
at the Kiev stadium "Dynamo".

Today May 28, 1946
and this match will still take place.

Dynamo (Kyiv) - CDKA. The match that
should have been played here

in Kyiv, June 22, 1941.
We've been waiting for five long years

for this meeting. We were waiting and believing.

-Sandy.

-And no wonder
that the stands are filled to capacity

and many spectators went to the stadium,
presenting that

before-war ticket.

- Hello, Sandy.

- Excuse me, can I?
Turn to me.

- No, I'm sorry, I can't.
I have a contract.

- I have a contract.

THE BALL IS HIT

"Look around, unfamiliar passerby,

Your incorruptible gaze is familiar to me

Maybe it's me, only younger.

We don't always recognize ourselves.

Nothing on earth passes
without a trace.

And the youth that is gone is still immortal.

How young we were,

How sincerely loved

How we were believing in ourselves!

We were then sincerely greeted

With all the flowers on the roads of the Earth.

We were forgiving friends for mistakes,

Only betrayal we could not forgive

Nothing on earth passes
without a trace.

And the youth that is gone is still immortal.

How young we were,

How sincerely loved

How we were believing in ourselves!

We've already played the first half.

And we understood only one thing:

So that you are not lost on earth,

Try not to lose yourself.

Nothing on earth passes
without a trace.

And the youth that is gone is still immortal.

How young we were,

How sincerely loved

How we were believing in ourselves!"